Paroles de Folk Song

It's like picking up the pieces is a daily chore Thinking of your time card forms a habit Watching rick folks on T.V.'s like picking a sore Fuck it all, they can have it And now I'm loaded like a gun again Like a plague of locusts heaven sent Just a ball of dissension with a death perception I won't sweat the definition of content They said "better safe than sorry" and "look out for #1" I heard "only play the cards your shown" Fuck what they say It doesn't matter anyway Only in your grave are you alone Like grown men staring with little boy's eyes And actresses speaking with conviction These people should demand a pulitzer prize For various works of fiction "Judge a book by it's cover" And "keep one eye on your back" I heard "only play the cards your shown" I say fuck what they say It doesn't matter anyway Only in your grave are you alone So many people with so much to show Rotting away in their own little holes One can only wonder why I'll celebrate my home But know that I'm not alone Only fools are "along for the ride" In think of the size Of the world that's right outside Please don't waste it trying to hide